A few more ideas that crossed my mind while sitting in a small dark space playing the cello:
The musical Titanic was heart wrenching and powerful. Naturally all I could think about was how badass it felt to turn my own pages while playing.
I let my attention wander one night while playing The Gondoliers and stumbled upon this terrifying individual in the audience - who. never. smiled. once.
Or physically acknowledged a single joke.
I was tempted to punch him.
Just to see if he moved.
Me and My Girl: I loved this musical. Sometimes my affection for it was at the expense of professionalism.
I spent the summer playing in the pit orchestra of a theater company on Cape Cod. Needless to say, when you each evening in a darkened space, liberated from the attention of audience and actors alike, thoughts occurs to you. All that's left is to illustrate them.
The Mikado - Gilbert and Sullivan require a lot of saliva on the cast member's part
Playing West Side Story of an audience of predominantly octogenarians ~
The ever agonizing reality of musical theater - one liners that fall flat
My reaction to situational discomfort that is, not only unavoidable, but a forced experience for the entirety of a show's run. Exposure does not lend itself to maturity. There is no emotional development in the cello section.